Paul McCartney was more than his public image. He wasn't just another pretty face. He also wasn't just John's song writing partner.

   Paul was a man who, as crazy as it seems, felt blinded by the spotlight on John. He felt enveloped by his shadow and wasn't seen as the genius John was. To the public, he was only some sappy songwriter that could produce only teenybopper love songs, while his opposite was hailed as the voice of a generation.

   Paul knew he was an artist. He felt simply dismissed but the public with each mention of him being the so-called "cute one". No one took anyone with a title like that seriously. Cute was a word that described puppies and babies, not grown men. 

   He wanted to be more than the man girl's fawned over, the one who was complemented for his eyelashes more than his songs. He knew that he was capable of writing more than just another silly love song. Yet, those songs stayed stashed in a notebook, unavailable even to John. 

   Everyone in the world knew of Lennon and McCartney but John did indeed get all of the recognition. They merely remarked that Paul kept their catalog a bit more jovial and helped make connections in their songs to their young fans. Even though John was known to be a joker, the press could see the seriousness behind the facade. 

   Paul didn't have a facade he hid behind. He was always himself in front of the cameras, to the press. Yet, no one saw the real Paul. When the press decided to treat him as an adult instead merely a cute boy with nice eyelashes, they saw him as stuck up. 

   That was not the case. Yes, Paul knew he had talent to share through his musicianship and songwriting, but he also fell victim to his own insecurities. There had to be some reason, he felt, that no one wanted to give him the time of day. There had to be a reason that everyone wrote everyone of his songs off as a teenybopper anthem.

   He was going to change this. The press was going to hail him as a genius songwriter in his own right. He did not know when. He did not know what form of inspiration would strike him this time. He did know, however, that it would strike him when the time was right, when the world was ready to hear him out. Yet, he did not know that his source of inspiration would be the mysterious Sandra Philips.